And she's my fiancee. So if you want to get to him, expect to go through both of us.

You know, I think this is the first time we've ever done anything normal together.

Hope, it is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective, a lot of hope is dangerous.

It's there. The white rose among the dried flowers in the vase. Shriveled and fragile, but holding on to that unnatural perfection cultivated in Snows greenhouse. I grab the vase, stumble down to the kitchen, and throw its contents into the embers. As the flowers flare up, a burst of blue flame envelops the rose and devours it. Fire beats roses again.

This is no place for a girl on fire.

Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.

By the way, I know about the kiss." Then the door clicks shut behind him.